I wipe the dust from my eyes. So I can see into the wide open spaces. Ain't it funny how I always seem to wind up here? And we keep on truckin' hoping we may be something more than a grain of sand. So here we go for the second time baby. I always find myself inbetween, the wilted and the poisoned, but they always skip me. I wipe the dust from my eyes. So here we are at another crossroads, I always find it hard to believe, we have to make these choices, that decide what we will be. Cause the fire stops for nothing, and it slows for no one. The fire stops for nothing, and it slows for no one
